Author Archives: bobgriffith

 When I woke up this morning, you were on my mind. It’s been a long time. I left there long ago, I had to ramble and walk away my blues and move on, through old and new troubles and worries … Continue reading →

Molly Ivins coined the nickname “Shrub” for George W. Bush. She championed freedom, and her strong stands typically supported democratic principles, the underdog, the disenfranchised, the overlooked and the neglected. She despised greed, stupidity, selfishness and ignorance. She spoke often … Continue reading →

On the front porch with coffee this morning, a cloud of birds flying through my mind. The life and death of Robin Williams occupies my thoughts. Inchoate, without sequence or arrangement, reflections – true reflections, wisps in the mirror of … Continue reading →

On the porch with coffee early this late July morning the valley is still; even the blue jay who comes to instigate an argument in the cedars gives up for lack of opposition and leaves me in silence. The past … Continue reading →

Some things said well have the misfortune to become overexposed and then considered as cliches because of it. A connotation is assigned to them which conveys contempt. Desiderata does not deserve that. The link to GoodReads.com says it well: “…what it … Continue reading →

This morning on the porch with coffee I was pleased knowing that any time I have made my wife laugh is worth more to me than all my writing. So I went and told her this, and it pleased her, and … Continue reading →